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Charles Fort Kinsale

Wednesday, May 26th, 2004

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Another taken with the phone cam. This was from inside a storage room in Charles Fort. .

I’m housing

Wednesday, May 26th, 2004

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Just went through recent photos on my phone and found this of a minature town made of cardboard. It’s pretty cool looking when you see it in person. It’s on display in the Irish Museum of Modern Art

ice ice Baby

Tuesday, May 25th, 2004

Ice Photos

The usual saying of “It’s always in the last place you look” is going to be proven incorrect by me anytime now as if I misplace something and I find it I’ll keep looking for another while. That way it won’t be in the last place I look. It might be the second last.

New Seattle Library

Friday, May 21st, 2004

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Function with a cool design. Check out the photo gallery.

The Streets – Dry your eyes

Thursday, May 20th, 2004

A white english kid doing hip-hop and doing it really well. It’s poetry to modern beats more that just simple hiphop.

THE STREETS LYRICS

Dry Your Eyes

In one single moment your whole life can turn ’round
I stand there for a minute starin’ straight into the ground
Lookin’ to the left slightly, then lookin’ back down
World feels like it’s caved in – proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she’s lookin’ straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she’s lookin’ down at her feet

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over

So then I move my hand up from down by my side
It’s shakin’, my life is crashin’ before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
‘Cause I can’t imagine my life without you and me
There’s things I can’t imagine doin’, things I can’t imagine seein’
It weren’t supposed to be easy, surely
Please, please, I beg you please
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she’s blessed with
She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures
By pushin’ my hand away to my chest, from hers

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over

And I’m just standin’ there, I can’t say a word
‘Cause everythin’s just gone
I’ve got nothin’
Absolutely nothin’

Tryin’ to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her tryin’ to change what she’s sayin’
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I’m not gonna fuckin’, just fuckin’ leave it all now
‘Cause you said it’d be forever and that was your vow
And you’re gonna let our things simply crash and fall down
You’re well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight
Turns around so she’s now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over

I know in the past I’ve found it hard to say
Tellin’ you things, but not tellin’ straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now.

The Anti-Love Song

Sunday, May 16th, 2004

This definetly beats the sappy “Please don’t go” “Please come back” songs.

Eamon – Fuck It (I Don’t Want You Back) Lyrics

Whoa oh oh
Ooh hooh
No No No

[Verse 1:]
See i dont, know why, i liked you so much
I gave you all, of my trust
I told you, i loved you, now thats all down the drain
Ya put me through pain, i wanna let u know that i feel

[chorus:]
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses, it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back

Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back

[verse 2:]
You thought, you could
Keep this shit from me, yeah
Ya burnt bitch, i heard the story
Ya played me, ya even gave him head
Now ya askin for me back
Ya just another hag, look elsewhere
Cuz ya done with me

Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back

Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back

Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah

Ya questioned, did i care
You could ask anyone, i even said
Ya were my great one
Now its, over, but i do admit im sad
It hurt real bad, i cant sweat that, cuz i loved a hoe

Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back

Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah

A S S H O L E

Saturday, May 15th, 2004

Asshole – Denis Leary

(Spoken)
Folks, I’d like to sing a song about the American dream.
About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down
in the bottom of our chests. About that special feeling we get in the
cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle
area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the
colon, we don’t know.

(Sung)
I’m just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I’m your average white suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.

My wife and my job, my kids and my car.
My feet on my table…and a cuban cigar.

But sometimes that just ain’t enough to keep a man like me interested
no way
No, I’ve gotta go out and have fun at someone else’s expense
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
While people behind me are going insane.

I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole

I use public toilets and I piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summertime saying “How about this heat?”

I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces.

I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole

Maybe I shouldn’t be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they’re right when they tell me I’m wrong…

NAAAAH!

I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole

(Spoken)
Know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado
Convertible, hot pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow
interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights… yeah! And I’m
gonna drive around in that baby at 115 miles per hour, getting 1 mile
per gallon, suckin’ down quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald’s
in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when
I’m done suckin’ down those greaseball burgers I’m gonna wipe my mouth
on the American Flag and then I’m gonna toss the styrofoam containers
right out the side, and there ain’t a goddamn thing anybody can
do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that’s why Two
words: Nuclear fuckin’ weapons, OK? Russia, Germany, Romania, they
can have all the democracy they want…they can have a big democracy
cakewalk right through the middle of Tienamen Square and it won’t make
a lick of difference, because we got the bombs, OK? John Wayne’s not
dead, he’s frozen! And as soon as we find a cure for cancer, we’re
gonna thaw out the Duke and he’s gonna be pretty pissed off. You know
why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15
million times, that’s how pissed off the Duke’s gonna be.
I’m gonna get the Duke and John Casavetti and Lee Marvin

and Sam Peckinpaw

and a case of whisky

and drive to Texas…(HEY, HEY HEY!>

Why don’t you shut up and sing the song, pal?

(Sung)
I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole
A S-S H-O L-E
Everybody, A S-S H-O L-E
Arf, Arf Arf, Arf Arf, Arf Arf
Thoomph A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom
Oooooooo

(Spoken)
I’m an asshole and I’m proud of it


Did a Google for Asshole and found this:
Christopher Reeves is an asshole.Oh my. 🙂

The measure of my dreams.

Tuesday, May 11th, 2004

Rainy Night in Soho By Shane MacGowan (1991)

I’ve been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I’ve cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there’s a light I hold before me
And you’re the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I’m not singing for the future
I’m not dreaming of the past
I’m not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there’s a light I hold before me
You’re the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Saucer of milk for table 666

Monday, May 10th, 2004

From Scott’s Place:

1. Go into your blog archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to it).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

I get Saucer of milk for table 666

Smile for interrogation

Monday, May 10th, 2004

Smile, is what it says but my god this is dark. I instantly liked it.

Saddam Interrogation Logs, these are hilarious. Example:

Interrogation commenced: 0330 hours

Woke SH quite early to catch him off-guard and groggy. I asked, “What’s your first name?” and he said, “Saddam.” Again I asked, “What’s your first name?” and he said, “Saddam.” I kept asking, “What’s your first name?” and he kept saying, “Saddam.” Once I had a rhythm going, I quickly asked, “Where are the WMD?” and he said, “Saddam.”

Interrogation terminated: 0338 hours